Imprisoned While Pregnant, She's Back for Payback novel Chapter 570

Henry's broad shoulders suddenly sagged.

"No, no, of course not. You're reading too much into it."

He forced a smile onto his face, which carried a fawning quality.

Tess caught every shift in his expression, a flash of mockery crossing her eyes.

Fortunately, the moment she'd had Bessie take Steven and his group upstairs, she'd contacted these three.

Now that Henry was suspicious, keeping them at Evermount Heights clearly wasn't safe or discreet anymore, and that's where these three came in handy.

"Right. A man who was absent from his daughter's life for so many years has no business pointing fingers at the people in it now, does he?"

Abel brushed the hair from his forehead, boldly saying things that made everyone uncomfortable.

Raven's lips twitched, barely holding back laughter.

Only Abel would dare to be this brazen, but backed by such powerful connections, no matter how furious Henry felt inside, he could only swallow his anger.

At those words, Henry's expression shifted, his fatherly facade nearly crumbling.

His smile stiffened. "Mr. Shaw, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Abel shot him a cool glance. "I'm speaking the truth. Isn't that obvious?"

The corners of Henry's mouth dropped completely, and he felt like sitting there even another second would be torture.

He suddenly stood up, his eyes glancing at his phone, which showed no notifications, then laughed awkwardly. "I have some business to attend to. I won't stay and interrupt your meal any longer."

Tess said nothing, merely waving her hand to indicate he could do as he pleased.

Abel crossed his arms. "Do you need me to walk you out? Is it because of me?"

He covered his mouth, feigning innocence and surprise.

Watching his every move, Henry felt even more annoyed but completely helpless against him. He could only force his stiff face into a smile. "Of course not, Mr. Shaw. Don't overthink it."

"Fine, then see yourself out."

Abel tossed out the comment casually, his gaze fixing on the table.

It was all typical breakfast fare—plenty of variety and generous portions. He glanced at the plate in front of him and pursed his lips. "I don't like white plates. Get me a blue one."

Abel called out to Bessie.

Bessie looked to Tess for approval, waiting for her instruction.

Tess sighed helplessly, rubbing her temples, but still told Bessie to do as he asked.

Moments later, Abel was happily clutching a clean blue ceramic plate as he pulled his chair next to Tess. "Try this."

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